….I look at these photographs. Color images that were made at Skopelos island. They recall memories of joy, fear, curiosity, optimism and intimacy to the place and the people. “Photography” was rarely the main goal itself, the only sure thing was my yearning for a new reality. Once again, it was photography that set the pace, imposing its own different perspective on the things that weigh us down. The same world today seems strange and the questions remain unanswered. Nevertheless, I carry on working not in order to recapture what I’ve lost, but to understand what it is that takes place when I fail.